The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-11-12

Ol CHSW kIlT-RuIn dDOUI the size Ol d swallows nest. Gazing in the mirror all draped in snow and gold like an Alpine sunset, she pushed back her blonde curls and surveyed herself in the glass. It was a beautiful refiec- tion. Dark, velvety eyes, skin fresh and soft as satin, due to some extent to the iudicious use ot a powder rag. A triumphant smile played over her features. She would catch Beverly Begun or perish in the attempt,
 CHAPTER II.
 Beautiful as was Polly De We're there was one person who did not seem to think so, for when at the strawberry festival Beverly Begun called his sisters attention to "that lovely vision with blonde curls and blue eyes," she asked him if he meant that "tallow-eyed, taffy haired girl with nightmare of blue rag on her head, who looked like butterfly on bundle of straw"
 Thus do tastes differ.
 Polly, accompanied by her brother Rutherford, was among the first to arrive. Beverly Bugum, the sudden young millionaire, was already there, and his eyes frightened at the sight of Polly. He had evidently forgotten her unfeeling remark about his mouth and the snow shovel.
 In spite of the scowls of his sister, Beverly Begun danced frequently with Polly De We're. He seemed to swim in sea of bliss, and as for Polly, her merry laugh could be heard all over the premises.
 \. B.-Nothing makes woman laugh as much as new set of com mercial teeth, and Polly's were fresh from the foundry.
 At the close of the ball, which might perhaps be humorously called "the end of the whirled," Polly tied a Shetland shawl over her blonde tresses, cruelty crushing the damask roses ill her hair. The moon-like Chinese lanterns hung from the trees, and soft lamps glowed through the foliage.
 She ran to the little garden gate half yelled in fragrant honey suckle trails, and slipped her tiny hand through the arm of her escort, who was waiting for her.
 q have had such splendid time, brother Rutherford" she exclaimed. II don't know when have enjoyed myself so much. What handsome man your friend Beverly Begun is. An, dear me !" and she heaved lit- tie sigh.
 She expected her companion to say something, but he did not he walked silently on.
 70, Rutherforo," she cried, hyster- ically, ''I was polite to your friend Beverly. but not so much on your &C., count, but do love him with all the passionate unsounded depths of a woman's sopl. Alas he loves me not /" Before she knew what was going to happen, her escort slun& his arms around her, not with the feeble em- brace of cold, indifferent brother, but with the anaconda- like hug and warm porous plaster adhesiveness of a recent lover There was "a hug me, hug me closer" pressure that would have caused a hay-press to blush with envy, and an old fashioned, two for a quarter kiss, with the revived style of wearing the mouth wide and open, was pressed upon her lips. It was a genuine General Sherman kiss, being ninety five per cent pure yum yum, accompanied by sound like the chirping of bird.
 Miss De We're got handful of mustache which caused her to imagine she had been eating sweet corn, on the half-shell, and had swallowed some of the silk.
 Recollecting that her brother Ruth erford wore no mustache, she uttered little cry of surprise, and by the light Of Chinese lantern she found herself face to face with Beverly Begun.
 N. B. Perhaps she didn't know it all the time.
 When Rutherford De We're, who had gone home early, met them at the gate, Polly was clinging to Beverly's arm, with her soft eyes tenderly uplifted to his face.
 "What's up now?" he asked.
 Polly fled into the house.
 Next morning at the breakfast table, Rutherford, biting semi-cir- cular section out of a piece of toast, asked.
 "Well, is his mouth as copious as you thought it was, Polly?"
 "Mr. De Vere," said Polly, with freezing dignity, "Mr. Begun is my future husband, and I must request you to use respectful language when speaking of him in my presence. His good looks are only equaled by his brilliant intellect. He is qualified to be the husband of princess. I am proud to have won his love-"
 "Yaas," yawned Rutherford, ";nst ao If,a a p;ty that if waa all a u;s